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I have said it many times. Mondays are my favorite day! Mondays are like January 1st. It’s a time to start anew. It’s a time to begin again. It’s a time to remake yourself. I know people wait until January 1st or the first of the month. But not me. I wait for Mondays. It’s amazing. I get to begin every seven days. Hallelujah!

So, I’m trying again. I have a lot of issues. So very damn many. I am working on so many things. I have many things I am working on. I remember someone telling me that I’m way too hard on myself. I don’t mind really. I think it’s the only way to achieve results. I need to be honest and remind myself of my situation. I know I have good traits. I also know I need to work on things. I don’t think that’s bad. Know what should be fixed, and fix it. It’s the actual FIXING part that’s hard.

One good thing is that I’m trying again. I do that. I hardly ever TOTALLY give up on things. I usually fall down. Have some sadness. Then, after time, I try again.

I am on a good path. Finally. I get down. Yes. But, I am learning to rise. Not necessarily from ashes, just from my despair. Self-inflicted despair, actually. I am learning how much of everything is caused by me and me alone. My reactions. My thoughts. My feelings. Everything can be kept in-check if I slow down and remember to do so. Slowing down is key. Knee-jerk reactions must stop. I am going to slow down right now. All is good when I chill.

I am in the process of restoring myself. It’s working. It’s a slow process. I guess it’s like buying an old house and having to gut it. After you’re finished, it’s glorious, but in the meantime, it can get cluttered. I’ve passed the cluttered stage. I think. I’m in the process of putting on fresh paint, purchasing decorations, looking at furniture and knick-knacks, and positioning everything. It’s not as hard, but it’s a teensy bit overwhelming at times.

What is wearing me down? Me, BUT, I’m not doing that any longer, remember? I’m only building myself up. That’s right. To the sky. Up. I will be a glorious mountain by the time this whole thing is over. And, when is it over? Not for many years.

I’ve had it with being down. Down is no good. Up is really good. That’s where the glorious people go. That’s where I’m going.

Meditation and yoga are helping me get there. I am helping me get there. I have to remember that it’s all up to me. HA! It’s UP to me. Yup!

So, I’m standing. Again. Each and every day, I get out of bed. Two feet on the floor. Thank you! I stand. I rise. Those are very different words, aren’t they? To rise implies that something great is happening. Because I’m glorious, I should probably rise. I will do that. From now on, I will rise.

Things may knock me down. But no more. I am in control. I decide if I fall or not. And, I choose not to fall. I choose to rise. In all of my glorious-self I rise. This is my mantra today. Or, it will be when I meditate later on.

I find such amazing comfort in my meditations. I’m not a mediation person. But, I guess I am becoming one. That’s ok. Whatever keeps me balanced and standing is good for me. So, I meditate.

I rise so that I may continue my glorious life. Ain’t nothin’ gonna knock me down. Only I can knock myself down and off my path. And, I choose to stay on the damn path!